...Am I To Believe You Were All At A Picnic? {ABAVEN}

Motif bounced along behind Bass, her heart soaring with the return of her brother. She felt indestructible, strong and full like she had not for a long time. She almost laughed, at the feeling like she could take on the world. What was it about her brother that always inspired that in her? It was for him that she had found a passion in sparring, at first to protect him and then when she realized he was more then capable of protecting himself, it was to make him proud of her. She knew he was upset about how quite the pack had been, and knew she had done little to help. She had found serenity and contentment in her life. She curled up with Vail at night, and watched over her baby in the daylight hours. She spent long walks with Shai, and watched her oldest as she discovered much of the world. It was a quite time for Motif, but one that made her hum with happiness – a happiness now complete with her brother returned to her life.

She made her way into the meeting behind Bass, her eyes lighting up with joy at the sight of his mate, Wren, and after a kiss to Bass's cheek she made her way over to Shai and Vail, setting herself beside her small family as she looked up at Bass as he spoke.